I think I'll start a campaign to erect a statue to one of Nottingham's industrialists whose wealth was built on the slave trade and made the city prosperous. Or a plaque at the local TUC offices to honour Mrs. Thatcher's extraordinary length of leadership. Or even a statue in the Market Square to a racist, homophobic, egotistical, foul-mouthed bigot who bullied his employees. Wait a minute - someone's already done that last one.Why anyone in a society claiming to value equality should honour someone well-known for doing the opposite in all aspects of his life is beyond justification.
I don't believe in coincidence. Justin Fashanu's footballing career (he's still the only out professional footballer in history) went downhill as soon as Brian Clough dug his evil claws into him. The Football Association is keen to kick out homophobia, but how can it if people put vile men like Clough up as heroes. I'm not interested in how he put some sporting team on top of some league. His methods of abuse and bullying do not justify it, any more the Olympic movement could put up a statue to one if its most successful Olympic hosts, Hitler.
Personal bigotries have no place at work.Recently the FA gave its support to “The Justin Campaign”, which specifically addresses homophobia in football. It's co-ordinated by James Bartholomew Hall, an artist and an amateur footballer. Information can be found at http://www.thejustincampaign.com/.
The fact that no gay professional footballer who supports the campaign has the guts to come out makes them and the FA hypocrites. I know from personal knowledge as a hotel Night Manager that there are top players, with show-WAGS, who sleep with men.And the fans are as much to blame. Just a few weeks ago thousands of yobs were chanting homophobic abuse from Nottingham terraces. The back page of a recent Pink Paper gives more examples.
Wake up football! The world has moved on since Clough's day, why don't you!
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Thursday 27 November 2008
Tuesday 11 November 2008
11/11/11
Today is Armistice Day. I come from a family steeped in remembrance. Even in her last year, riddled with cancer, my mother put a cross and poppies on the graves of her father and uncle, both of whom served on the Somme. And although she never talked about it, my step-grandfather was lost on the hospital ship Britannic in 1916.
LGBT servicemen have always played their part in war. They also gave their lives to serve their country, fighting for the freedom that they, as gay men and women, couldn't have. The most potent example is Alan Turing, grandson of the vicar of Edwinstowe. His work helped to break the Nazi war codes during World War II, but his most significant contribution is the theory of computer science whereby the modern computer was created. Before this happened Turing was convicted of homosexual activity. It broke his spirit and he committed suicide by eating a poisoned apple (hence the logo of an apple with a bite out of it). Having fought to defeat the Nazis, Turing was destroyed by discrimination at home.
Nottinghamshire is proud to be the site of the UK's only memorial to gay victims of the Holocaust, but it also serves to remind us all that violence, and even the death penalty, still hangs over some of the LGBT community around the world today. It took a long time for our particular rights to freedom to arrive.
Many stories of gay soldiers have been lost or unrecorded. I've heard stories about my grandfather and how he left the Somme with permanent disabilities, and a life-long friendship with the man the family always call Uncle Bill - Bill Hayes. Although never mentioned by my family, Bill was gay. He was a well-known entertainer in Bassetlaw - a comedian, dancer, singer, puppeteer, magician and panto dame. He chose to work in an engineering works during World War II, helping to build Bailey Bridges (those of my generation an older will know what these are; Bailey was friend of my Grandma Selby). Bill often took acting jobs, regular panto in Birmingham, and got my whole family involved in fund-raising concerts in the village in which he chose to live with my grandfather. It is very difficult finding out more of Bill's war time experiences because he hardly spoke of it to the family.
Memories of LGBT servicemen are getting rarer as time passes. It took over 80 years after World War I for the Ministry of Defence to recognise that LGBT servicemen are not a threat to the moral of those serving with them. Only within the last 5 years has a wreath been allowed to be placed at the Cenotaph ceremony to commemorate the LGBT victims. In a way it is those who survived who had to continue fighting for their freedom when everyone else had stopped.
To return to Nottinghamshire's Rainbow Heritage click on www.nottsrainbowheritage.org.uk
LGBT servicemen have always played their part in war. They also gave their lives to serve their country, fighting for the freedom that they, as gay men and women, couldn't have. The most potent example is Alan Turing, grandson of the vicar of Edwinstowe. His work helped to break the Nazi war codes during World War II, but his most significant contribution is the theory of computer science whereby the modern computer was created. Before this happened Turing was convicted of homosexual activity. It broke his spirit and he committed suicide by eating a poisoned apple (hence the logo of an apple with a bite out of it). Having fought to defeat the Nazis, Turing was destroyed by discrimination at home.
Nottinghamshire is proud to be the site of the UK's only memorial to gay victims of the Holocaust, but it also serves to remind us all that violence, and even the death penalty, still hangs over some of the LGBT community around the world today. It took a long time for our particular rights to freedom to arrive.
Many stories of gay soldiers have been lost or unrecorded. I've heard stories about my grandfather and how he left the Somme with permanent disabilities, and a life-long friendship with the man the family always call Uncle Bill - Bill Hayes. Although never mentioned by my family, Bill was gay. He was a well-known entertainer in Bassetlaw - a comedian, dancer, singer, puppeteer, magician and panto dame. He chose to work in an engineering works during World War II, helping to build Bailey Bridges (those of my generation an older will know what these are; Bailey was friend of my Grandma Selby). Bill often took acting jobs, regular panto in Birmingham, and got my whole family involved in fund-raising concerts in the village in which he chose to live with my grandfather. It is very difficult finding out more of Bill's war time experiences because he hardly spoke of it to the family.
Memories of LGBT servicemen are getting rarer as time passes. It took over 80 years after World War I for the Ministry of Defence to recognise that LGBT servicemen are not a threat to the moral of those serving with them. Only within the last 5 years has a wreath been allowed to be placed at the Cenotaph ceremony to commemorate the LGBT victims. In a way it is those who survived who had to continue fighting for their freedom when everyone else had stopped.
To return to Nottinghamshire's Rainbow Heritage click on www.nottsrainbowheritage.org.uk
In Loving Memory - A Personal Reflection
This week I was saddened by the death of one of the last real gentle men of this world, Jeremy Farrell. I had the honour of working with him at the Costume Museum in Nottingham in 2005. Jeremy was the Keeper of the Costume and Textile Collection and his knowledge of the subject was remarkable. Sometimes I felt like a captive audience, being perhaps the only person in days to whom he had the chance to talk about the collection. I was regaled with stories of items in storage as we repacked them into new boxes. Too many stories to remember them all clearly.
Several days a week Jeremy's partner David would do volunteer work and his knowledge is equally comprehensive. My thoughts are with David at this time as I know how devastated he will be by the loss of Jeremy.
When I was told a month ago that Jeremy had cancer I was shocked. Hearing of his death so soon afterwards came as a real blow. All of my former colleagues at Nottingham Castle, who had all worked with Jeremy at the Costume Museum, held him in high regard, and rightly so. This regard was never apparent amongst the management, however. Several years ago he was put on disciplinary charge for defending the council in the Evening Post without asking for their permission to do so. One friend who is still at the Castle asked the manager this week for Jeremy's address so he could send a letter, to be told (probably with that leering smirk he always reserved when talking to or about gay employees) "No, he's dead" - very tactful, I don't think.
With Nottingham's major role in the textile industry and development of the city's economy, and as a world-renowned manufacturer of lace, it’s impossible to think of the city without a costume museum. Yet, for the last few years Jeremy was forced to work, often alone, in a locked building devoid of regular staff, devoid of visitors, surrounded by thousands of items still in their display cases. The reason? The city council couldn't be bothered to put up enough cash to convert the building to comply with disability access legislation. Jeremy prepared the collection for its promised removal into a new building - a promise the council NEVER showed any sign of honouring. Instead they wasted millions on a contemporary art eye-sore in the area synonymous with Nottingham's textile industry, the Lace Market. What a stab in the back that would have seemed to Jeremy.
Without Jeremy Farrell Nottingham has NO authoritative expert on the subject. All his knowledge and experience was largely wasted. As is the collection he has looked after for many years.
Cancer is a horrible illness. I've lost the 3 most important people in my life to the disease (both parents and partner) and Jeremy's death has made me realise that some people don't get proper recognition in their lifetime. I want do to something to help keep Jeremy's name alive. I've thought of nominating him for a Certificate of Recognition which the NRH awards in February. Then I thought of a gallery at the castle called "Circle of Life". Most of the exhibits come from the costume collection and was perhaps Jeremy's last big project. What would be more appropriate than to rename it the Jeremy Farrell Gallery and keep it as a costume exhibition area. I'm sure my former colleagues at the Castle with support me. The question is - will the city council agree to rename the gallery in his honour?
I hope to write a proper short biography of Jeremy for another part of the website. In the meantime I'll be writing to various people about my idea, and I hope you will support me.
To return to Nottinghamshire's Rainbow Heritage click on www.nottsrainbowheritage.org.uk
Several days a week Jeremy's partner David would do volunteer work and his knowledge is equally comprehensive. My thoughts are with David at this time as I know how devastated he will be by the loss of Jeremy.
When I was told a month ago that Jeremy had cancer I was shocked. Hearing of his death so soon afterwards came as a real blow. All of my former colleagues at Nottingham Castle, who had all worked with Jeremy at the Costume Museum, held him in high regard, and rightly so. This regard was never apparent amongst the management, however. Several years ago he was put on disciplinary charge for defending the council in the Evening Post without asking for their permission to do so. One friend who is still at the Castle asked the manager this week for Jeremy's address so he could send a letter, to be told (probably with that leering smirk he always reserved when talking to or about gay employees) "No, he's dead" - very tactful, I don't think.
With Nottingham's major role in the textile industry and development of the city's economy, and as a world-renowned manufacturer of lace, it’s impossible to think of the city without a costume museum. Yet, for the last few years Jeremy was forced to work, often alone, in a locked building devoid of regular staff, devoid of visitors, surrounded by thousands of items still in their display cases. The reason? The city council couldn't be bothered to put up enough cash to convert the building to comply with disability access legislation. Jeremy prepared the collection for its promised removal into a new building - a promise the council NEVER showed any sign of honouring. Instead they wasted millions on a contemporary art eye-sore in the area synonymous with Nottingham's textile industry, the Lace Market. What a stab in the back that would have seemed to Jeremy.
Without Jeremy Farrell Nottingham has NO authoritative expert on the subject. All his knowledge and experience was largely wasted. As is the collection he has looked after for many years.
Cancer is a horrible illness. I've lost the 3 most important people in my life to the disease (both parents and partner) and Jeremy's death has made me realise that some people don't get proper recognition in their lifetime. I want do to something to help keep Jeremy's name alive. I've thought of nominating him for a Certificate of Recognition which the NRH awards in February. Then I thought of a gallery at the castle called "Circle of Life". Most of the exhibits come from the costume collection and was perhaps Jeremy's last big project. What would be more appropriate than to rename it the Jeremy Farrell Gallery and keep it as a costume exhibition area. I'm sure my former colleagues at the Castle with support me. The question is - will the city council agree to rename the gallery in his honour?
I hope to write a proper short biography of Jeremy for another part of the website. In the meantime I'll be writing to various people about my idea, and I hope you will support me.
To return to Nottinghamshire's Rainbow Heritage click on www.nottsrainbowheritage.org.uk
Monday 3 November 2008
What's inside?
Last time I mentioned my friend Mark. Recently I got back in touch with another friend, Kats, who went back home to Japan 18 months ago. He asked if Nottingham had changed much. Of course he'd not recognise the Market Square, with its burst water pipe and mortuary slab feature supplied by water from the old public toilets (I wonder if parents remember this when their kids jump around in it - its like having a bath in your toilet at home!).
Then I thought of the LGBT venues Kats used to visit and how any of them had changed. He wouldn't have seen Niche at all - he never will now, with the manager doing a runner (I always had suspicions about Niche, as last year's Pride committee will know). So how best could I describe the interior of Niche to Kats?
How many times have you seen people taking photographs of their friends in the venues? Have you done the same? Its a lot easier these days, with mobiles and such, but in years to come how many will remember what Jacey's looked like, or the Flying Horse (the infamous Pansy’s Parlour)? Is there anything out there to show what they looked like inside? What about the old clubs (La Chic, Neros) or the old Admiral Duncan. And did anyone take a photo of the serpents on the bar in Gatsbys?
If you've got some good photos of the interior of venues, clubs and bars, then why not donate a copy to our project – or let us scan them if you want them back?
To return to Nottinghamshire's Rainbow Heritage click on
www.nottsrainbowheritage.org.uk
Then I thought of the LGBT venues Kats used to visit and how any of them had changed. He wouldn't have seen Niche at all - he never will now, with the manager doing a runner (I always had suspicions about Niche, as last year's Pride committee will know). So how best could I describe the interior of Niche to Kats?
How many times have you seen people taking photographs of their friends in the venues? Have you done the same? Its a lot easier these days, with mobiles and such, but in years to come how many will remember what Jacey's looked like, or the Flying Horse (the infamous Pansy’s Parlour)? Is there anything out there to show what they looked like inside? What about the old clubs (La Chic, Neros) or the old Admiral Duncan. And did anyone take a photo of the serpents on the bar in Gatsbys?
If you've got some good photos of the interior of venues, clubs and bars, then why not donate a copy to our project – or let us scan them if you want them back?
To return to Nottinghamshire's Rainbow Heritage click on
www.nottsrainbowheritage.org.uk
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